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Tom Sawyer, Detective
Tom Sawyer, Detective
Tom Sawyer, Detective
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Tom Sawyer, Detective

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The Sequel to Mark Twain's Classic Novel

“Because in my nature I have always run to pie, whilst in his nature he has always run to mystery.” - Mark Twain, Tom Sawyer, Detective

This novel, a sequel to “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer”, told using the first-person voice of Huck Finn, follows the adventures of Tom Sawyer while trying to solve a mysterious murder.
This Xist Classics edition has been professionally formatted for e-readers with a linked table of contents. This eBook also contains a bonus book club leadership guide and discussion questions. We hope you’ll share this book with your friends, neighbors and colleagues and can’t wait to hear what you have to say about it.

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LanguageEnglish
Release dateMar 3, 2016
ISBN9781681956312
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Mark Twain

Mark Twain, born Samuel Langhorne Clemens, was an American humorist and writer, who is best known for his enduring novels The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, which has been called the Great American Novel. 

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  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    I didn't care for this book as much as I did for the other Tom Sawyer books. I just don't think the story was necessary in the chronicles of Tom and Huck's life in the sense that it wasn't much of an adventure as the rest, it was just a crime story. It was good though, just didn't match up to the enjoyment given by the previous two stories.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    Not as bad as Tom Sawyer Abroad, but no where near as great as the 1st two. It felt rushed and not thought out well. I did enjoy Tom's discovery of the murderers at the end though.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    This is a short book. Like Tom Sawyer Abroad, I felt it messed a little with the established canon of the Adventures of Toim Sawyer and Huck Finn. It was clearly a case of Mark Twain poking fun at a genre of detective story using his favourite characters.This story was not as unbelievable as Tom Sawyer abroad, but still not a book I would read again and again like I did with Huckleberry Finn.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Told from the point of view of Huckleberry Finn, this short story takes the pair back to Uncle Silas' home to save him from shame and ruin. Huck thinks Tom is the smartest person he knows (including all the adults he knows) and accordingly Tom figures everything out and "reveals" all in the most smarty-pants way possible. Entertaining but that's it.
  • Rating: 2 out of 5 stars
    2/5
    this little wisp of a book is an add-on from MT letting us share a shabby "adventure" of Tom and Huck. Of course, it's told from Huck's viewpoint, probably because Samuel Clemens liked to think he was basically a dumb country boy who liked his vices more than the intelligent wiley tom. put them together, and you probably have the essence of Clemens' personality. Too short. Too slight.
  • Rating: 2 out of 5 stars
    2/5
    I would have liked to rate this book a 2.75. I listened to the audio version of this book, edited by Shannon Chappele and read by Bruce Johnson. The recording felt like a low-budget production. Johnson's voice didn't fit the adolescent voice of Finn who narrates the story. The voices of the other characters were also performed inconsistently. I found some elements of the robbery and murder enticing, but overall the recording was unenjoyable. I may have rated this book higher had I actually read it instead of listened to it.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    Interesting. Had never seen this growing up when I was reading about Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn so it caught my eye. Found the main story to be interesting but the other short stories contained in the book were very out there.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    This was the end of the Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn series. I felt that it was lessened in effect- although the stakes were still high, and that the story was decent but not in tone to the other novels in the series. Nevertheless, it was interesting reading.3 stars.

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Tom Sawyer, Detective - Mark Twain

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CHAPTER I. AN INVITATION FOR TOM AND HUCK

    [Note: Strange as the incidents of this story are, they

are not inventions, but facts—even to the public confession

of the accused.  I take them from an old-time Swedish

criminal trial, change the actors, and transfer the scenes

to America.  I have added some details, but only a couple of

them are important ones. — M. T.]

WELL, it was the next spring after me and Tom Sawyer set our old nigger Jim free, the time he was chained up for a runaway slave down there on Tom's uncle Silas's farm in Arkansaw. The frost was working out of the ground, and out of the air, too, and it was getting closer and closer onto barefoot time every day; and next it would be marble time, and next mumbletypeg, and next tops and hoops, and next kites, and then right away it would be summer and going in a-swimming. It just makes a boy homesick to look ahead like that and see how far off summer is. Yes, and it sets him to sighing and saddening around, and there's something the matter with him, he don't know what. But anyway, he gets out by himself and mopes and thinks; and mostly he hunts for a lonesome place high up on the hill in the edge of the woods, and sets there and looks away off on the big Mississippi down there a-reaching miles and miles around the points where the timber looks smoky and dim it's so far off and still, and everything's so solemn it seems like everybody you've loved is dead and gone, and you 'most wish you was dead and gone too, and done with it all.

Don't you know what that is? It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want—oh, you don't quite know what it is you DO want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! It seems to you that mainly what you want is to get away; get away from the same old tedious things you're so used to seeing and so tired of, and set something new. That is the idea; you want to go and be a wanderer; you want to go wandering far away to strange countries where everything is mysterious and wonderful and romantic. And if you can't do that, you'll put up with considerable less; you'll go anywhere you CAN go, just so as to get away, and be thankful of the chance, too.

Well, me and Tom Sawyer had the spring fever, and had it bad, too; but it warn't any use to think about Tom trying to get away, because, as he said, his Aunt Polly wouldn't let him quit school and go traipsing off somers wasting time; so we was pretty blue. We was setting on the front steps one day about sundown talking this way, when out comes his aunt Polly with a letter in her hand and says:

Tom, I reckon you've got to pack up and go down to Arkansaw—your aunt Sally wants you.

I 'most jumped out of my skin for joy. I reckoned Tom would fly at his aunt and hug her head off; but if you believe me he set there like a rock, and never said a word. It made me fit to cry to see him act so foolish, with such a noble chance as this opening up. Why, we might lose it if he didn't speak up and show he was thankful and grateful. But he set there and studied and studied till I was that distressed I didn't know what to do; then he says, very ca'm, and I could a shot him for it:

Well, he says, I'm right down sorry, Aunt Polly, but I reckon I got to be excused—for the present.

His aunt Polly was knocked so stupid and so mad at the cold impudence of it that she couldn't say a word for as much as a half a minute, and this gave me a chance to nudge Tom and whisper:

Ain't you got any sense? Sp'iling such a noble chance as this and throwing it away?

But he warn't disturbed. He mumbled back:

Huck Finn, do you want me to let her SEE how bad I want to go? Why, she'd begin to doubt, right away, and imagine a lot of sicknesses and dangers and objections, and first you know she'd take it all back. You lemme alone; I reckon I know how to work her.

Now I never would 'a' thought of that. But he was right. Tom Sawyer was always right—the levelest head I ever see, and always AT himself and ready for anything you might spring on him. By this time his aunt Polly was all straight again, and she let fly. She says:

You'll be excused! YOU will! Well, I never heard the like of it in all my days! The idea of you talking like that to ME! Now take yourself off and pack your traps; and if I hear another word out of you about what you'll be excused from and what you won't, I lay I'LL excuse you—with a hickory!

She hit his head a thump with her thimble as we dodged by, and he let on to be whimpering as we struck for the stairs. Up in his room he hugged me, he was so out of his head for gladness because he was going traveling. And he says:

Before we get away she'll wish she hadn't let me go, but she won't know any way to get around it now. After what she's said, her pride won't let her take it back.

Tom was packed in ten minutes, all except what his aunt and Mary would finish up for him; then we waited ten more for her to get cooled down and sweet and gentle again; for Tom said it took her ten minutes to unruffle in times when half of her feathers was up, but twenty when they was all up, and this was one of the times when they was all up. Then we went down, being in a sweat to know what the letter said.

She was setting there in a brown study, with it laying in her lap. We set down, and she says:

They're in considerable trouble down there, and they think you and Huck'll be a kind of diversion for them—'comfort,' they say. Much of that they'll get out of you and Huck Finn, I reckon. There's a neighbor named Brace Dunlap that's been wanting to marry their Benny for three months, and at last they told him point blank and once for all, he COULDN'T; so he has soured on them, and they're worried about it. I reckon he's somebody they think they better be on the good side of, for they've tried to please him by hiring his no-account brother to help on the farm when they can't hardly afford it, and don't want him around anyhow. Who are the Dunlaps?

They live about a mile from Uncle Silas's place, Aunt Polly—all the farmers live about a mile apart down there—and Brace Dunlap is a long sight richer than any of the others, and owns a whole grist of niggers. He's a widower, thirty-six years old, without any children, and is proud of his money and overbearing, and everybody is a little afraid of him. I judge he thought he could have any girl he wanted, just for the asking, and it must have set him back a good deal when he found he couldn't get Benny. Why, Benny's only half as old as he is, and just as sweet and lovely as—well, you've seen her. Poor old Uncle Silas—why, it's pitiful, him trying to curry favor that way—so hard pushed and poor, and yet hiring that useless Jubiter Dunlap to please his ornery brother.

What a name—Jubiter! Where'd he get it?

"It's only just a nickname. I reckon they've forgot his real name long before this. He's twenty-seven, now, and has had it ever since the first time he ever went in swimming. The school teacher seen a round brown mole the size of a dime on his left leg

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